Everyone says the Thirteenth Prince is dashing, handsome, skilled in both literature and martial arts, and the dream lover of countless young ladies. But when it comes to Zhaojia Heyue, she dismiss...
"Perhaps it's all show and no substance." He smiled warmly.
Hailan nodded in deep agreement.
These days, Heyue is most interested in listening to Hailan talk about what happens to Thirteen and Qiqige every day, and she listens with great interest.
It is said that Qiqige asked Bandi to plead for her daughter not to follow the Thirteenth Prince's example, but how could Bandi agree? It was her own request, and if she asked the Emperor to rescind his order, wouldn't that imply that her daughter was too useless and couldn't even endure such hardship?
Later, it was Lobsang Gunbu who went to see for himself, and only after Thirteen showed some consideration did Qiqige feel a little better.
However, as soon as Lobsang Gunbu left, Qiqige would be in trouble.
Without any evidence, and only hearing Qiqige's tearful complaints, Lobsang Gunbu couldn't say much. He could only advise Qiqige to be patient and comfort her, assuring her that the Thirteenth Prince wouldn't take her life, but would only make her suffer a little.
However, Qiqige had never suffered like this before. In just a few days, she lost a lot of weight.
He Yue sighed inwardly. This Thirteenth Prince usually seemed so gentle, yet he had such a ruthless side. He was indeed her husband, Zhao Jia He Yue, with a promising future.
However, this situation did not last long before it ended.
The cause was an urgent letter from the residence of the Fourth Prince in the capital.
That day, Heyue was taking a nap in the tent when Thirteen rushed in, his face pale, and hugged her tightly.
He Yue froze, sat up, patted his back, and asked in confusion, "What's wrong?"
He Yue couldn't help but feel uneasy, having never seen him so distraught before.
Thirteen leaned all his strength on Heyue, his eyes slightly red. He remained silent for a long time before speaking, his voice low, hoarse, and dry: "Honghui is sick."
He Yue was shocked. Seeing his appearance, she realized he was seriously ill, and her heart sank to the bottom.
She vaguely remembered that the Fourth Prince's eldest son did indeed die young, but she couldn't recall which year it was.
Could it be this time?